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apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John drags his Xbrik out to the lobby TV again... but there's not many one-handed games. Except for Boobieball and that's not a one-handed game one plays in public.

So he decides to set up some online games and talk trash with some friends.

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

After his Karate workshop, Pip found himself with a burning need for a cigarette. And since he had promised Molly that he wouldn't smoke in the common room any longer, here he was, out on the roof in his exercise clothes, smoking said cigarette.

_{[[Roof's open, but thread with Paige is only for Pip and Paige]]}

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter forced himself out of bed at a reasonable hour and stumbled down to the gym. Still half-wake and bleary-eyed, he didn't think he trusted himself even with a practice sword just yet, so after a quick warm-up, he headed for the heavy bag.

[[Gym's open for all]]

1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com

Buffy had thought ahead and ~~handwavily~~ ordered samples of cheerleader uniforms. In blue and yellow, of course, occasionally with a little white. And now she was wandering the hallways, looking for people to ~~pressgang~~ recruit into the wonders of cheerleading and/or basketball. And those she already HAD recruited, to let them know that there would be a meeting in the gym on Saturday. So far Alec was the only one who knew about that, and while she liked Alec just fine, her and Alec alone in the gym wouldn't help her cause any.

So she grabbed her notebook, grinned at the heart next to Zack Addy's name, many, cheerleading outfits and began roaming the hallways.

ooc: Mainly for those of you who want to be involved, those of you who want to try out will get your chance later. And it'll be more fun, honest.

lovechildblair.livejournal.com

Blair took a seat on the floor of the common room and looked around. The snacks were set up over by the kitchen, with a separate table just for making s'mores. There was a stack of movies next to the TV and a pile of Cosmo, Seventeen and Elle magazines on one of the coffee tables.

All he needed now was people to ~~observe~~ come party.

[ooc: ocd threads ~~coming~~ are up!]

notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com

Elizabeth was pretty much fed up of doing nothing.

She pulled out a folder of recipes, and having checked ingredients and *handwavily* buying what she was missing, she headed to the kitchen to hopefully not create a disaster.

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

After doing the weight training and cardio thing, Jamie is doing his own version of a workout.

Currently his face is screwed up in concentration as he hits a punching bag as hard as he can.

Each time he hits it, he looks around as though expecting someone to appear out of no where.

So far? No one appears to be showing up.

[ooc:open to all]

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige was still trying to get over the topless photo of 'English' Peter apparently she had a knack for missing all the fun.

Having worked out that sitting in her room trying to work out if there was a spell to go back in time and exactly how much personal gain it would involve if there was, was not a good idea she headed to the pool.

((open for interaction or your swimming pool needs, I think it's in the basement but I forget))

Current Mood: annoyed

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

On the bulletin board right across from the goldfish tank, where the alien fish swam sullenly, and then began to swarm in confusion, Parker posted the following:

Greg.
Alec.
Sam.
Jamie.
Conner.
Jack.
Peter Parker.
Peter Pevensie.
Bridge.
Xander.
Dean.
Hamlet

And underneath she wrote: Add your own. Love & Fandom, Parker

Current Mood: amused

bigfat-peter.livejournal.com

Peter had found two nametags and pens stuck under his door. He didn't question who gave it to him, he merely saw it as a gift from god. He tossed one of the nametags onto Ranma's dresser and he began to write on his own...

Three minutes later Peter was out and about in the hallways. His nametag clearly said:
Hello I'm Peter Griffin
~~Show me your boobies!~~

He wandered the halls, looking for new people to meet. Peter loved meeting new people.

sensethevisions

Phoebe was sitting in the fifth floor common room flipping through channels on the television idly. Caritas last night had helped her mood a little bit, but she still had a lot on her mind. Between Camulus having left the reason he had, and trying to decide how to break the truth to Grams about Cole, she wasn't feeling very restful.

Currently, she was reclining on the couch and watching some science fiction movie that she didn't think she had ever seen before.

[[OOC: Open for all of your shiny fifth floor common room needs]]

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Music: Pandora's Box - The Opening of the Box

bound2blade.livejournal.com

Although she slept like a perfect log, Sakurazaki always woke up early. It was a habit. It was training. She felt wonderfully rested, far more than she had felt in ages, although her body was still delightfully sore. Her shoulder blades itched. She had many serene dreams of flying.

She had fallen asleep in her clothes, and changed into the same outfit, although a clean set. She really only had two different outfits, and the plaid skirt and tie of the Mahora uniform drew less eyes than her hamaka and robes. She was really quite lucky they had let her have them, otherwise she would have nothing.

It was time for a morning walk to wake herself up and become aware of the day. It also helped that it could help her feel more at home with her surrroundings. Sakurazaki just walked, and existed, and felt surprisingly tranquil.

[[OOC: open, of course, to anyone. I only have an hour and a half before a work shift of DOOM!, but I wanted to get some creative energy out now]]

demonbelthazor

Since he'd been too busy ~~pining for Angel~~ ~~hiding from Grams~~ the day before, Bel had yet to meet any of the new students. So he camped out in the third floor common room, idly flipping through the channels on the TV while waiting for someone to pass by.

Current Mood: bored
Current Location: 3rd floor common room

suzotchka.livejournal.com

A packed duffel bag stood by the door to the roof. G'Kar and Zathras would be coming for her. She had said her goodbyes. Well, almost all of them. This was it, this was goodbye to Fandom. So she stood on the roof, looking out over town, in her uniform with her back straight and her hands clasped behind her at perfect parade rest.

The sun came up. And Ivanova watched it rise.

[[Open for anyone up at ungodly o'clock in the morning or wants to say goodbye still. Excuse me while I go cry for a while.]]

Current Mood: melancholy

walter-n-wires.livejournal.com

Walter and Nadia had done their shopping at All and Sundries and Walter has theme decorations and treats for a pirate's birthday. StuCo has supplied Chinese food (on Cinco de Mayo) and there is pirate themed music because the Schottische is obligatory tonight.

Come, eat, drink, celebrate surviving a school year and the birthday of Fandom's favorite girl pirate.

[ooc: OCD threads up. ~~Please wait for the OCD threads, or ~~ghost pirates~~ ~~pirate ghosts~~ ghost pirates will come to your home and refuse to parlay.~~]

apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com

John's in his dorm room, near the lobby, door opened, music cranked.

The Stones roar out of his room.

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith

anole-x.livejournal.com

Students who were wandering around could see the following sign on every floor:

One Night Only!
Belthazor Versus Morality!
Third Floor Common Room, 5PM
TONIGHT!!!

jacks-roses.livejournal.com

( Delivered to the West Attic, attention Paige Matthews: )

[OOC: LJ comment notification is apparently still wonky, so if you don't see a delivery made by the next day, ping me jacksroses @ gmail.com or Jacks Roses on AIM.]

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Concrete Blonde - Roses Grow

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana took the time to clean Room 403 thoroughly before she headed up to the West Attic to start moving her things. She'd picked up some stuff from the Emporium to make the room seem a little more *hers*, so she made the bed and put up the prints she'd picked up after the room was clean. She figured that way, no matter how tired she was after moving everything, at least her bed would already be made so she wouldn't have to worry about it.

She admired the view from her window for a moment, then sighed and started the trek up to the West Attic to collect all of her things. Hopefully, Shep and Han would be along to help out and it was always possible that others might lend a hand to when they saw her moving.

[Anyone who wants to come help Lana shuffle her stuff down to the fourth floor, please feel welcome!]

conathon.livejournal.com

Sawyer is sitting infront of the West Attic door, there's a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and he's actually reading the paper this morning instead of listening to that crap on the school's radio. Inhale, exhale a large ass amount of smoke, repeat.

cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com

After an exciting adventure of ~~making more Eddie Izzard refrences than previously thought humanly possible~~ taping a golf cart to a ceiling, Pip needed to expend a little nervous energy.

And he had promised he would teach Paige self defense.

While waiting for her, he slipped on a pair of white gloves and started doing some shadow boxing, his braid wrapped around his neck like a scarf.

[[OOC: Pip's here for Paige but anyone can come and play in the gym.]]

strongestgirl.livejournal.com

Pippi is back in the kitchenette attached to the 5th floor common room. She's making pancakes.
When they're ready on one side she throws them up into the air where they flip over rather then sticking to the ceiling, and land back on the iron grittle she's set up on the stove. (Okay, one of them sticks to the ceiling. She leaves it there incase the birds come back. Nobody will notice right?)
When they're done on both sides, she flips them over her shoulder and they fly across the room, landing where a large wooden platter sits on the table.
She's making a crapload of pancakes.
There's sirrup with a lable in sweedish, and under a stray pancake you'll find a jar of Scottish Marmalade. There's also butter that looks like it's from the Emporium (and not imported to fandom in Pippi's luggage thank goodness.)
There's an old coffee pot also on the counter with a strainer and a sign warning that she makes her coffee the old fashioned way like a proper Pirate should, so use the strainer between the pot and your cup when you poor... It all smells quite good.

[[ooc: open to anybody, have some Pancakes! I have stuff to do this morning, but I shouldn't take very long in getting back to you.]]

Current Mood: cheerful

likeguidelines.livejournal.com

Barbossa feels that it's time to enlighten the new students (and faculty, should they feel like attending).

So he's gone through his archival footage of the last semester and tried to pull up video, audio, and photos of what makes Fandom High such a...unique...place to be.

He has put his copy of the holiday pageant into the common room's VCR first, but he also has tape of Annie the Vampire Slayer, the Strip Triad tournament, footage from Zombie Weekend, and Talky Toaster hitting on absolutely everything that walked past him.

In addition there's a copy of Jake's radio apology to Logan (and the song requests), the broadcast of the night Angel got souled, and photographs of Logan as a bunny, Cam as a puppy, John Crichton as Johnina, Marty as Connor, Anders wearing makeup after his first encounter with a gremlin, and the JA leather show.

If you ask him nicely, he'll even sell you a copy of Anakin's version of Little Bunny Foo Foo. He'll definitely let you watch the entire night's work of one Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants.

Come in, newbies, and be enlightened! Come in, old timers, and be humiliated! Come in, Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants! Barbossa has pie.

Current Mood: devious

ninja-brat.livejournal.com

Yuffie was bored. She had signed up for classes, decorated her room ~~and probably pushed her roomies closer to the dark side while doing so~~ and guessed nothing in town would be open yet. Suckage.

Well, at least she had gotten stuff from her secret sibling. While she normally wasn't a big reader, the "Zombie Survival Guide" was pretty cool. For a book. And probably required reading around here anyway.

So now she was in the 4th floor commons, sitting on the floor with her back wall and reading. The TV was turned to some loud cartoon, and she had a ball she was throwing against the wall so it bounce on the floor back to her hand.

*bump* *bump* *thwap*

*bump* *bump* *thwap*

*bump* *bump* *thwap*

Anyone coming though? Would probably be jumped on and talked at.

((Open to anyone. Come play with me!!))

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana and Lilly have gone to some trouble to straighten up the common room and get it ready for the meeting. Hopefully they'll get a decent turn-out and be able to get some stuff figured out for the school elections. A couple of Lilly's posters are hung up on either side of the door so everyone will know this is the right place.

Lana and Lilly are both there early just in case. Lana's a little on the nervous side, but Lilly's calm and composed.

There is pizza and soda set out on a table, along with a bowl of M&M's, a few bowls with chips, and some brownies.

Come on in, mix and mingle with the other sophomores, and help us decide who wants to run for Student Council.

Current Mood: nervous

nadiathesaint

Nadia struggles a little bit on the stairs with four bags of groceries and basics while balancing her full backpack on one shoulder. Figures she's ended up on the fifth floor of this building. At least the endless climbing of stairs will keep her in shape. Just like running from the cops used to.

After Marty's tour, she'd hit up the store for some stuff she hadn't managed to get when she was staying with her parole officer, and some food, since enough folks had made vague comments about the cafeteria food that she's leery of ever eating there. She'll have to be thrifty, though, since her stipend isn't meant to cover three meals a day.

Not that she'd had three meals a day for the last five years, anyway. . . .

As she climbs, she keeps her eyes scanning from side to side, checking for gremlins. She's getting even more paranoid than when she was living on the streets.

[open to replies by anyone who happens to wander by as she goes upstairs]

Current Mood: nervous

oatmanspatient.livejournal.com

A table full of food (including some suspicious looking cupcakes) and drinks sit in the lobby. A bunch of name tags sit next to the food so that everyone can write their name down.

[OOC: Come and meet the new students! Are you a new student? Come and meet the not-so-new students!]

ETA: New Students - Please sign in here

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

Xander Harris, Angel, Cameron Mitchell, Lorne, Anders, Jessica Atreides, Broots, Callisto, Mystique, Jack Harkness, Draco Malfoy, Paige Matthews, Cameron Mitchell, Jack O'Neill, James Sawyer, Piper Halliwell, Phoebe Halliwell, and Alanna Trebond.

All of you please go here! You get presents, all of them marked as from Jenny Calendar.

conathon.livejournal.com

Bored, tired, hungry, restless..God, what isn't he today? Sawyer is curled up on the common room couch with his trusty eye glasses on and a book wedged in his hands. Poor poor deformed book.

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana happily putters about in her room, cleaning and setting out some of her morning purchases. The new Ren-Faire dress is hanging by the closet door and the roses are on the desk by the window. She may be humming under her breath - or even not so under her breath at times.

She's in her room, but has the door to the common room open.

[Open for any interaction.]

Current Mood: happy

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Do you want to win a prize? Come to Study Hall or the library anytime today and take a memory test.

For more information contact Paige Matthews or Jack Harkness (who despite having lost his memory seems to know exactly what he's doing.)

aka-vala.livejournal.com

Anders having done most of the prep work (and being zomg busy with his whole pyramid thing today!), Vala had agreed to actually run the ~~psychology experiment~~ cookie taste-testing.

She sets out a table in the lobby of the dorms with a big sign offering "Free Cookie Taste Test!"

Anyone who stops by she makes try one cookie from each of two festively decorated holiday cookie plates, one prominently labeled "Regular NPC Company Holiday Cookies!" the other labeled "New Recipe NPC Company Holiday Cookies!"

She explains to anyone who asks that she got a temp job running the taste-test for NPC Brand on campus, and happily offers anyone who passes by one of each kind, just as long as they tell her which they prefer, so she can mark it down in her book.

Come on! She gets paid per response people! Help a fellow student out! Plus, free cookies during finals! What could be better?

(and no, they're not weird, magically whammied, poisoned or anything else. They're just cookies. Really! :)

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: a small radio playing carols

the4thsister.livejournal.com

All around the school and dorms these fliers can be found

Current Mood: accomplished

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

After meeting with someone at the Perk today, Jack is confused. Somehow, in a blink of an eye, the weather went from September-cool to really, really cold and snow on the ground.

Shaking his head, Jack heads for his dorm room. Classes are just starting up, but he wants to get a jump on things.

But when he reaches room 306, none of his things are to be found. He drops his bookbag and scans both sides of the room. Nope, nothing of his.

"What the hell is going on here?" he demands.

[[Open for

_notanumber and

psycho_barbie to defend their room, or anyone walking past to hear Jack yelling.]]

( OOC explanation for anyone confused... )

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige called Boone to ask him to come meet her in the common room, pretty sure he'd not find anything wierd there.

She looked around at all the Spongebob decorations and food she'd made, she just hoped he liked it all.

((feel free to Slow Play all weekend anyone that might like to come))

Current Mood: bouncy

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige is in the Attic Common Room setting out the stuff she got from The Emporium, she hoped Boone would like it and that Sawyer wouldn't be jackkassy about her doing this for him.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

[from Paige.Matthews@fandomhigh.com]

It was Boone Carlyle's birthday yesterday, since no one knew this I'm throwing a suprise party for him tonight in the attic common room (if any of the attic people have a problem with this let me know and I'll try to move it, I know it's short notice, sorry)

There'll be food and stuff, so come!

Current Mood: determined

lovelylana.livejournal.com

Lana was sitting in the common area of the suite reading her book. She was still touched that Shep had taken the time to find it for her and then (attempt at least) to have it delivered to her anonymously. She'd probably have to go track him down pretty soon to do his morning PT. She hated hurting him, but really what was the other option - no PT, no use of hand. The massage had seemed to help it a bit. Maybe if she started out with that to relax the hand some it wouldn't hurt quite as much.

Anyway... Her homework was caught up and she had the opportunity to sit and relax for a while so she was going to take it.

wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com

Shep rolls over for the eightieth time and realizes he really isn't going to be getting any more sleep any time soon. His arm is sore from the ~~abuse~~ P.T. and even with the brace on, he's pretty sure he slept on it funny.

So as not to wake his roommate, Shep grabs his laptop and heads down to the common room to make the first entry on his log for ethics and play Sims for a while.

Still in his pajamas, with a blanket around his shoulders, he settles into a couch, flips on the tube and types with one hand:

Ethics Assignment - Entry #1 - Saturday, December 3, 2005

Okay, so at first I couldn't think of what I needed to stop doing - which sounds arrogant as hell, but since I don't routinely go around making terribly snide remarks ~~except to McKay~~ or blowing people off just because they bother me or cheating on homework or whatever, I wasn't sure what to do.

Anyway, Lana says I need to knock off the 'stupider-than-thou' act. I didn't really think that would bother anyone, but apparently it does. So for the next week I actually have to own up to everything I understand, instead of playing dumb to get a laugh ~~or get out of something~~. God help me I hope I don't run into McKay this week.

Just typing that took far longer than he had expected and now he's sleepy again, so he puts the computer on the table, snuggles up in his blanket and flips to VH1's Top Twenty Countdown and closes his eyes and listens to the music. He suspects he ought to start running again sometime soon. He'd just have to be sure not to trip and fall and it shouldn't aggravate his wrist too badly. But not today.

[he's not asleep, just kind of drifting. Come in and chat.]

[ETA: Shep and Lana have fallen asleep curled up together on the couch. Anyone want to come in and find them that way?]

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: VH1 Top Twenty Countdown

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Paige is sitting in the common room looking like she's having some sort of internal battle with herself, which she is namely 'why do I love Sawyer, when he's so bloody stubborn'.

Sighing she pulls out her notebook and starts to write, possibly fanfic, possibly a list of pros and cons of Sawyer. Some sort of distraction would probably be welcomed.

((anyone?))

Current Mood: blah

mparkerceo.livejournal.com

Parker switched into Versace, got out the dangling earrings, and looked around for her purse, then called out her door:

"I'm going to Caritas! Anyone who wants to come with me, be ready in ten!"

_{[[feel free to come along -- or just stop by and say hi]]}

Current Mood: upbeat
Current Music: "Out Tonight" - Daphen Rueben

the4thsister.livejournal.com

A slightly drunk and very upset Paige orbs into Sawyer's room knowing he'll be out. She looks around trying work out what to destroy first.

Smiling slightly through her tears she sees his laptop and smashes it against his desk repeatedly, getting all her anger out on it. Then she goes into his bathroom and finding his shaving foam writes "lying scumbag whore!" on his mirror, before heading to his bed and pulling off all his sheets, putting them under the running shower.

She's about to leave when she notices his lighter on the floor, she picks it up and puts it in her pocket, she knew it was important to him and she wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt her.

Quickly she writes a note, "and this is without my magic!" before orbing back to her room

cerulean--eyes.livejournal.com

Boone is sprawled over a couch, in the mostly-empty common room. The TV is off, the only sound is that of cheery beeping from the silvery Game Boy SP he's playing. More specifically, he was playing Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town. He had a red heart, all the blessed tools, fifty thousand gold, and the house upgrades. In the game, in was the fifteenth day of spring, year one. He may or may not have been using a Game Shark.

...Feel free to interrupt him.

the4thsister.livejournal.com

With thanksgiving over with Paige realised that meant she had to start thinking about Christmas and more particularly Christmas presents and where she was gonna go and what Sawyer would want to do.

Sighing she pulled a notebook from her bag and began to write a list of people she had to buy for

James
Boone
Maia
Tonks
Phoebe
Piper
Grams

she looked at the list trying to figure whether to get Geoff anything or not.

((oh so very open to anyone!))

death-n-binky.livejournal.com

*In preparation for his mortal holiday plans tomorrow, DEATH is sitting in the 3rd floor common room with an array of craft items in front of him. He is wearing an orange and yellow robe in a dizzing pattern and seems to have a necklace of nuts hanging around his neck. DEATH, it seems, is feeling very festive.

The table in front of him is littered with construction paper, scissors, glue, and, most importantly, so many feathers that today, pehaps, the common room is not the place for those with allergies.

He seems to be contrcuting a full-sized turkey, with chin straps for legs, out of craft materials.*

((OOC: Craft time! DEATH may be slightly spotty today, but he's happy to share his stuff.))

wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com

Having finally convinced the hospital staff that he was a 'big boy', and since his injury was to neither his head or his feet, he was released on his recognisense.

After getting back to the dorm, he carefully opened the door and slipped inside before the kitten his roommate had emailed him about could sneak out. Because the last thing he felt up to was chasing the damn thing down the hall. He'd probably damage the other arm. Or worse a leg. 'Cause there was no way he was using crutches any time soon.

He had a whole boatload of medical crap either tucked under his arm or in his sling. He sets the four prescription bottles on the desk along with the folder that has his x-rays and all kinds of notes and stuff he was supposed to bring to Dr. Wilson on Friday at his appointment. He also had gauze and tape to cover the stitches.

He dropped his bags under his desk and flopped on the bed, cradling his arm, which now hurt like hell from the walk back to the dorm and up the stairs. He checked the time. Still another hour before he could take another pill. Damn.

Hauling himself out of bed, and cursing himself for not remembering before he lay down, he cracks the door open (the monster kitten hasn't been sighted yet, but he knows it has to be around somewhere), grabs the marker off the clip and scribbles, "The prodigal Shep has returned. Now in one piece." Then goes back in and lays on the bed, finding his own sheets and pillows ridiculously comfortable and comforting.

He suspects he may regret not bothering to get his boots off, but it just seems like too much of a bother.

[ETA: fixed the subject line to say Tuesday... seriously, the mun just wants it to be after work tomorrow.]

[ooc: mun will be in and out tonight, so if Shep doesn't answer the door straight away, assume his pills put him to sleep.]

the4thsister.livejournal.com

Since there's no sign of Sawyer, Paige is sitting outside his room holding a small deep red box. She's clearly worried about something and has no plans on moving until she's seen him.

((Sawyer mun if you're not about Paige will be sleeping outside his room until someone moves her. Also feel free to come ask her what the hell she's doing))

Current Mood: worried

teenaged-twin.livejournal.com

There's a fair amount of noise coming from behind the door. Like somebody's trying to rearrange all the furniture in there.

Feel free to complain about the racket.

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

After making a trip to the NPC Girl Scout last night, John's now loaded down with boxes and boxes of Girl Scout cookies. He keeps several boxes for himself, stowing them in his room before heading outside the dorms and deciding to just give the cookies away.

"Hear ye, hear ye, free Girl Scout cookies for one and all! All varieties! Completely and absolutely free! A nice pick me up before class!"

kikidelivers.livejournal.com

Kiki stops up at the West Attic with a delivery for

the4thsister. It's from

isnotimportant.

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